Natural accurance among females on their period.

Clump(ing)(s) - occurs when blood clots together or ''balls up'' with other semi dried blood while flowing through the vaginal canal. Thus producing chucky wet pieces upon exiting the vagina.

Shoot(ing)(s) - occurs when quick contractions of lower torso muscles; lower abs, lower back, butt; etc...

examples - coughing, laughing, gasping

Best times to shoot clumps - 1-2 days after first flow may differ from girl to girl and flows

When it appears you have killed the monster, NEVER check to see if it's really dead.
Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.
Do not go search for something in the basement, especially if the power has just gone out.
If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not speak, or if they speak to you using a voice which is not their own, shoot them immediately. It will save you the grief in the long run. *NOTE* It will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared.
When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER pair off or go alone.
As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.
Never stand in, on, above, below, beside or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum or any other house of the dead.
If you are searching for something which caused a loud noise and you find out it's just the cat, leave the room immediatey if you value your life.
If appliances start operating by themselves, move out.
Do not take *anything* from the dead.
If you find a town which looks deserted, it's probably for a good reason. Take the hint and stay away.
Do not fool around with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure you know what you are doing.
If you're running away from the monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, more if you are of the female persuasion. Also note that despite the fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along, it's still moving fast enough to c...

An arcade game for Wapanese people with NO taste in music, and can't dance. Stomping on buttons implanted in a slab of metal and plastic is NOT dancing. The closest thing it resembles are the mind-numbingly awful games at Chucky-Cheese.

Think of a TV mounted to a carriage, superimposed infront of a platform. Think of four buttons on said platform, each in one of the cardinal directions. You put a token in said device. Suddenly, brightly flashing arrows appear on said screen. You feverishly try to stomp on the buttons corresponding to said flashing arrows, and get a sense of satsifaction as your anime-fattened ass jiggles to the Jap music.

Other people look on, wondering things like; "Is that person having a seizure?" or, "Wow, that's the palst, ugliest, and most zit-covered child throwing a temper-tantrum I've ever seen!"

And now, several hundred people are going to give this definition thumbs down, with thoughts behind said downward-facing digits like: "LI3K OMG KAWAII DAIKERWESU WAI HE HASN'T EVER PLAYED IT MOMO" or "He only hates it because he sucks at it."

I hate it, and I suck at it. I've tried it, and I derive my OPINION (yes, get it through your apparently titanium-coated skulls,) from my experience with the game. Stomping on buttons does not constitute dancing. Any music from Japan sucks the prostate gland of a Capuccin Monkey.

Now, if you haven't tried the game, feel free to do so. Though this matter...

Here are some jokes from Larry the Cable Guy

"I was sniffing around at Victoria's Secret the other day. I was like a retard at a chucky cheese. Guess what they have. Underbritches with holes in the crotches. These things sell for 15 bucks. I'm sitting on a dwarful of those worth 250 bucks at home"

"They now have something called eatin' britches. I bought five pairs for my girlfriend and ate a couple on the way to her house. If they made biscuits and gravy flavored, I'd get fat just off that"

"I beleive if I was paid a dollar for every time my dad said he loved me...Well, money isn't important now"

"They say cellphones put microwaves in your body. This guy used one and pooped out a hot pocket"

"If you don't think that's funny, get the hell out of here"

"I have a deaf brother. He also has teret syndrome, so he's all like *makes nasty hand gestures*"

"My girlfriend read a hog hunter magazine and said 'Why don't you trim you're private areas, that'll look sexy.' Oh no, I said. An hour later I have razor bumps and toilet paper squares all over my balls"

"My grandma was in a farting contest..."

"GitRdone"

1. A middle-aged man, generally of french/canadian descent (or of any descent but known for being a back-stabbing, ignorant bastard) who expends more time and energy avoiding work by filing fraudulent disability and workers' comp claims than the energy it would take to actually work a full-time job. 2. A man who has been out of work for so long that boredom and inactivity has resulted in him developing homosexual pedophilia. He masturbates and dreams of molesting little boys.

A Charles E differs from "white trash" in that he portrays himself as moral, friendly, descent and "victimized" in public but behind closed doors,is generally abusive and a world-class asshole to his many kids and wife. To be classified a "Charles E", one must spend no less than 6 total months collecting workers' comp, disability or either combined with welfare. A Charles E usually smokes heavily and has some minimum skill level or trade experience but is too lazy

A martial arts school that is solely established to make money instead of genuinely teaching martial arts. A huge percentage of mcdojos in the U.S.
Some signs of a mcdojo:
- The instructor claims to be a 10th degree black belt (highest rank possible that is achieved through lifetime of commitment and practice)
-Instructor like you to refer to him/her as master/grandmaster or some other ego boosting work
-The instructor is overweight
-The instructor walks around like a king but doesn't actually (physically) show any techniques
-The instructor has a nice/expensive car
-The instructor claims to be some kind of champion
-Lots of trophies around the dojo
-Uniforms with lots of unnecessary patches
-Young black belts
-Receiving a black belt in a short amount of time
-No one ever fails a belt test
-Lots of small children running around like it's Chucky Cheese (they are often called little tigers or little dragons or something like that)
-Outrageous prices
-No discipline
-No physical workout (no one is completely exhausted after practice)
-The school enforces point fighting
-No real self-defense
-Little to no contact in sparring
-School claiming to be "Family friendly"

-"A Black Belt School"
-Contract having an option to pay a year in advance
-Guaranteed to have a belt promotion test within 3 months of starting training
-Students showing poor technique and no power
-Young children sparring with adults (imagine being at least a teenager and sparing a 10 year...

A group of brothers who are assholes to everyone and anyone not in the B. We do not forgive, we do not forget.